Day Six Hundred Forty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

After the briefest of rests, we set out. But within minutes the reason for our backward movement was removed when a lone figure appeared on the horizon.  Even at a distance we knew it was Tomas.

We rushed to him.

I have never seen a more bedraggled and emaciated individual. Yet the Captain fell on his neck, weeping in gratitude to see his friend again.

Elijah and I had to assist them both back to the caravan stop.

Tomas reported there had been a clash between that huge army and many warplanes. With devastation on both sides – but particularly fatal to the flying force as their wreckage lay everywhere.

He is grateful to have escaped being under their renewal of hostilities.

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Day Two Hundred Fifty Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I saw the insides of a lot of basements in my morning rounds. For the most part they are the only things sure to be intact in those sectors I can set foot in.

Elijah has spent a lot of time with our host, answering his questions, and then asking some of his own.

Many, our host included, blame the former leader of this country for the devastation that has befallen it. They were glad to be rid of him, but now he has assumed control of the world government whose seat is far beyond the ocean. From there he promises to bring peace and safety, if all will only surrender to his power.

I sense the hand of Stan.